This story contains non-consensual bondage, kidnapping/damsel-in-distress, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.
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Mona Megistus was many things. She was an astrologist harboring the greatest ability in Teyvat and had the skill to look into people’s fortunes with ease. While hydromancy was very useful in the art of foresight, it was also quite potent in more… brutish affairs. On more than one occasion, she’d dealt with an unsavory hillichurl or one of those treasure-seeking idiots using raw magic. The astrologist took great pride in all of her abilities, but right now…
All she was right now was hungry. She thought so highly of herself and her work that she considered her business an art that was not to be used for personal gain. And though that did wonders for her pride, it turns out that when you pour every hour of your life into something that you refuse to take compensation for, you end up a little short on Mora. The only exception she made was for writing a column for a newspaper, but all she earned from that dwindled quickly when she prioritized investing further into her research. And without any extra Mora to spend… well, she was short on a few things.
The wax on her candles was growing dangerously thin, not to mention how all of the tables and chairs in her lab were either wobbly or flat out broken. Her shiny astrolabe and the rest of her equipment stuck out like a sore thumb in the room, the one thing that she actually invested her little Mora in. She did deserve only the best in her work, after all!
The irony was not lost on her as she stepped over the missing panes of wood that constituted the floor of her work environment, making way towards the front door of her residence. She wondered for a moment if she needed to specify front when it was the only door of her residence. Regardless, she recalled hearing a knock a while back, and she’d been so engrossed in her work that she’d decided to leave them waiting for just a minute longer while she finished up a few things… but that was two hours ago.
Quickly checking the space outside anyways, Mona noticed that whoever had visited her had left the astrologist a note. It was crudely written on a napkin in messy penmanship and blotted ink, but she figured she’d grace her eyes a read anyways.
Dear Miss Mona Megistus,
I simply wanted to thank you for looking into my fortune last week. Things have only been getting better, as you predicted, and I think they will get even better in the coming days… perhaps even hours!
Mona scoffed as she realized that the writer had technically made a prediction of their own. Only she could look into the future, of course! She thought back to who the writer of this memo could be. After all, plenty of people came to her, begging to have their fortunes read, and she did take pity on a few for free services. She remembered a man who had wandered into the city, specifically looking for her predictions after reading one of her columns. Mona had predicted good tidings would follow his every move… and it was no surprise that his report revealed she was entirely correct if that was him. Her eyes traced further down the letter.
Since I’ve entered a chain of good happenings, I figured it was only fair to thank you properly. With both this note and a bit of a surprise! A few others who wanted to express their gratitude chipped in a little for a night you’ll be the guest of honor of!
Now that interested her quite a bit. They mentioned a “surprise”, but given that she was also the “guest of honor”, it had to be some kind of party. A celebration in commemoration of her grand talents, perhaps? And with something like that would certainly come with it a meal, perhaps a full buffet…
Her mind was made the moment her stomach growled responsively to the mere thought of it. She hadn’t eaten since morning, and she couldn’t afford more than a salad anyways… a meal that she was getting awfully tired of. Mona supposed she could accept something that wasn’t a direct payment for her services. It was merely an act of gratitude for the woman herself, not for her abilities, right? She hadn’t asked to be repaid in such a manner, so there would be no guilt in accepting such a reward, right?
Then again, she’d probably justify it any way she could. The astrologist skimmed down the last few lines.
Please meet us in the northern quadrant of the city at around 10’o’clock tonight! We’ll see you then!
At ten? She checked the time herself right now…
Nine fifty-five?! The astrologist was certainly going to be late if she didn’t get a move on! Mona cursed under her breath as she hastily brushed her air and adjusted her clothing as she closed the door behind herself. Who gives two hours' notice for an event, anyways?
Though she could use her powers to see what awaited her at the destination, she opted not to. It was supposed to be some kind of surprise, and it’d be rude of her to spoil the fun, wouldn’t it? Besides, she’d definitely be late if she took the time to make another divination…
Whether it was the excitement of the prospect herself or just tiredness, she rushed towards the location without a second thought. The largely empty streets of Mondstadt allowed for Mona’s hurried walk to get her to the location on time, arriving right at the turn of the hour. The clicking of her heels as she wandered the general area was the only sound she heard, searching for someone or something in the emptiness that was growing eerie by the second..!
“There you are!” A vaguely familiar voice called out from feet behind her, causing the astrologist to jump a little. She turned around quickly, arms pointed as if she was ready to cast a spell at the figure-
She realized before she could even try that she had come without a catalyst. Part of the whole “rushing out the door to make a meeting with five minutes notice” had caused her to forget a few things in the rush. Regardless, a mage without her tome of spells wasn’t particularly strong in a fight, was she?
Thankfully, it wouldn’t be needed. The man reacted to her extended arms by shaking one of them, and the astrologist eased as she accepted the gesture.
“Glad you could make it on time! For a second I thought you’d be a no-show, which would really put all of our work to waste.” He joked though it was an uncomfortable realization for Mona. She didn’t realize that enough people cared to do something like this for her. That being said…
“While I must thank you for the words… I… uh, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but… Uhm…”
She simply gestured to the area around them while turning in a circle. This was just regular Mondstadt, if not a little emptier than usual. She swore that there was usually a guard stationed around her as well, but she brushed it off as her being relatively new to the city. No signs of anything special, that much was for sure.
“Ah, well… there was a bit of an issue with obtaining a permit for a public event on such short notice from the Acting Grand Master, especially given how late we’re holding it. Frankly, we couldn’t really host in *in* Mondstadt, but just outside of the city borders…”
Her face grew a little quizzical, drawing a continuation from the man. “It’s not as if we didn’t try to find a solution! But Angel’s Share was far too pricey to rent out… again, on such short notice.”
Anyone else would’ve been concerned at how every aspect of this “party” was conceived last-minute and not one of the organizers or attendees sought to secure a place before formally inviting the guest of honor. As Mona’s stomach rumbled another time, though… She wrote it off as the incompetence of regular people.
Where would you be without my fortunes? The astrologist thought to herself. Though she’d made a promise to not spoil her own future, a quick glimpse at this man’s fortune couldn’t hurt… He looked on in curiosity as Mona created a small vision in front of her, working quickly to divinate the results... A grand success awaits him…
Then the party must be a hit! A small smile grew on Mona’s face as she looked down upon the man.
“Very well then. And do not concern yourself with my little action back there. What's important is: where exactly is our little celebration held, then?”
“Uh… only a few minutes out from the side gate,” he began, as he began to rustle for something in his back pocket. “And in the interest of keeping this a surprise…”
He held a cloth out towards the astrologist, long but not particularly wide of thick. It was entirely opaque, however, and those features combined with his insinuation and her intuition clued Mona in.
“You wish for me to be blindfolded as I arrive?” She asked, as she took the cloth and began running it through her fingers absentmindedly.
“Precisely. In the name of the surprise, and such.”
Mona looked at the cloth for a moment, considering it. It did feel a little off to her. Surely all of this was enough of a surprise in itself, and didn’t need to be dragged out to the very last second, did it?
“I won’t insist if you wish…” The slightly sour tone that rang at the end of the man’s words was not missed by Mona. Nor was the fragrant smell of a freshly roasted Golden Crab that snuck into her nostrils, a vicious temptation for the ravenous astrologist. A moment later, and the scent disappeared. Was she just imagining it, or..?
“I… suppose I could wear this little thing.” She accepted, bringing the cloth to her eyes. The sooner they were finished with their fun little games, the sooner they could feast. Before she could even finish properly tying it around her eyes, the man stepped behind her, arms reaching up to meet Mona’s hands. They took over for her, tightening the knot a substantial amount more than Mona had for herself… and was he tying a double knot?!
“Just making sure you don’t get a peek at what’s to come.” The man explained, expecting the astrologist’s confusion. He spoke the truth entirely as he secured it, giving the woman a pat on her back that was almost instinctively placed lower before leading her along.
“You can just follow my voice, right?” He asked as he began to move away. Though her hands were flailing in front of her, certifying that she was not about to run into anything, she confidently nodded in response. Step by step she followed, feeling the ground eventually change from the solid concrete of the city to the bumpy, grassy plains on the outskirts of Mondstadt. His voice carried itself from a few meters ahead of her at all times warning her of a few random “holes, rocks” and other oddities along the path. And though Mona did appreciate those words, he continuously blabbered on about whatever came to his mind, not letting silence fill the air for a single second. While lost in thought as the man’s ranting began to bore her, the astrologist stumbled slightly in her heels, and as her arms stretched out to balance herself, another hand caught her.
She was considering thanking the man before an unnerving realization struck her. The man had to be at least a few meters ahead of her--certainly not within reaching distance to catch her on such short notice, especially from the side. If that couldn’t be him, then who was-
Mona pulled her hand away, trying much harder to free herself a second time when the grip on it tightened. It instead pulled back, bringing the astrologist closer by a few inches.
“Just what--who are y-mMMF!” Another hand suddenly came over her mouth as she was brought in closely, embracing her in a restrictive hold as she began to throw herself against the person holding her. The hand clamping her palm began to adjust, wrapping itself around her torso and pinning both of her arms to their sides. Though Mona began to struggle as best she could, physicality was certainly not her strong suit. Not to mention how tired she was already from hunger… and with no magic to aid her, she could hardly break free from the grip.
“Dammit! You idiot!” The familiar voice of the man she knew took a much more menacing tone as he insulted whoever was holding her. “I wanted to bring her much further away from the city, but it’s no use now. Just tie her up now, I’ll ready everything else.”
She screamed into the hand gagging her, renewed efforts filling her body. As little as they mattered, they garnered the attention of a few others who lurked within the area. It took another pair of hands descending upon her body to realize that more than just one person had been stalking her in the middle of her “surprise”. The additional help made it much easier for them to force Mona into a much more accessible position, roughly grabbing her arms and wrenching them mercilessly behind her back. She felt the fingers over her mouth begin to dig in between her teeth, trying to open it up for something.
“Gah!” The man suddenly pulled his hand away from Mona’s mouth entirely, his other hand clutching the two fingers that had wiggled in her mouth tightly. Bite marks mixed with the drawing of blood made it clear to anyone else just what Mona had done in retaliation to his efforts. They ached with pain and after a moment of closing his eyes to endure it, he turned back to the mage.
“The hell’s your problem?!” He exclaimed, prompting a more furious expression from the astrologist than what was already painted on her face.
“My problem? YOU’RE KIDNAP--AMPH!” Once again, the hand of another one of those men came over her mouth, though this one didn’t dare venture beyond the surface. The much more physical struggle that ensued resulted in the astrologist’s oversized hat tumbling to the ground, though it was hardly either of their concerns. Realizing the futility of words in this little scenario, the man grunted and sighed as he began rummaging through a bag that they’d brought with them. Mona still couldn’t see a thing--thanks to this damn blindfold she’d idiotically agreed to wear, but had a feeling it was hardly a good thing.
“Change of plans…” He murmured, digging out a device he had planned on saving for a much more physically resistant target. But now… he really just wanted to punish this damn fortune teller.
The item he brought out was a silicone ball, with a pair of hanging leather straps on either side of it. It was colored a brilliant violet and even glowed softly in the midnight sky, a few cracks of energy escaping it as he hung it in the air. He’d decided he’d let the device speak for itself to the mage by taking her voice away, shoving it in the second the hand on Mona’s mouth moved away, wide open from her attempted screams and shouts in the process.
As it was buckled in securely around her head and hair, she felt its effects immediately. A shock coursed through her mouth--not dangerous by any means but certainly a sharp pain which she physically winced in response to. She cried out in response to it, only for another jolt to be released from the device. The scientist within her was already beginning to catch onto the pattern, and she reluctantly let out another audible scream to test it-
Another surge of electricity expelled itself, causing her to grimace once more, but she was certain to not scream along with it. Some kind of magic was in this gag, and it responded to auditory inputs from the wearer.
A dozen seconds of silence was all that the men needed to know that she’d caught onto the little trick that came with this ball gag. “Glad you know your place already, magician. Most people have some sense of pride lingering about and would scream through the pain, but you’re much more reasonable, aren’t you?”
That little… She let out an angered growl involuntarily before receiving another shock, and even though she knew full well what it entailed, she was tempted to throw out another one. To pit her pride against her logic… this bastard…
Even with the blindfold on she knew full well that he was smiling again, the reciprocation of pain enough to heal his throbbing fingers. With any chance of the astrologist alerting someone else to her crisis removed, they could focus entirely on making sure that she had no opportunity to escape herself.
Just as the gag was, the ropes they brought out were a little more special than the average strand. It seemed fairly ordinary at first, with the men wrapping it around Mona’s pinned wrists carefully, ensuring she couldn’t pull a hand free while the transition from clutching her arms tightly to letting the ropes do the work was made. A few wraps around before cinching it tight was enough to hold the astrologist’s struggles in place, an effort which she had devoted all of her energy to after having her voice taken away. Her struggles had really only amounted to these bindings taking a little longer to apply, still overwhelmed easily by their physical strength. Even with the hindrance of the rope upon her, she didn’t stray from her devoted efforts, pulling and tugging the hemp rope with anything she could muster…
Only that the rope was beginning to turn from hemp. She felt her bindings begin to grow much more resistant as if they were solidifying into something much more inescapable. It was as though the rope was magically turning into stone, something that Mona was ashamed to admit must be the result of a spell she’d never learned. Something… that she’d probably never get the chance to learn, at this rate.
She told herself she’d save depressing thoughts for when they were needed, and when she pondered on that for a second, she decided that she wouldn’t ever need them. All she had to do was escape these men and their bindings, and then she could learn the details of these malicious spells to figure out how to properly counter them next time.
Not walking into them blindly would be a start… The thought crept into Mona’s mind, and she swatted it out a moment later as she reminded herself of the advice she’d just given herself.
That being said, no amount of self-advice at this point was undoing the ever-crystalizing tablet around her wrists. It was like a pair of small, mobile stockades, ones that she’d have to hope had a key of some kind. Though she was unable to see it, the stone glowed with a soft blue hue, indicating its resistance to Hydro, the element the mage was adept in. Any other element would cause a destructive reaction, making the restraint crumble, but as it stood, even if Mona somehow got her bound hands on a tome, there was little she could do to free herself any further as a result of this specific restraint.
She was, of course, entirely oblivious to this fact, and continued her useless, physical struggles with all the energy her exhausted body could muster. Even as she told herself there was still hope, it did not change the reality of her situation which grew worse by the moment.
They continued binding the mage with rope--thankfully the regular kind this time around, though Mona remembered that it was still a very bad outcome whether magic restraints or otherwise. She felt her flexible arms be strained closer and closer to one another, inch by inch as a rope tightened around her elbows, just barely brushing them against each other before the man began to secure the knot. Her arms were effectively useless-
Though her legs weren’t… She wondered how such an obvious fact could slip her mind, but perhaps it was that they wouldn’t have done her any good running while she was tightly held by one of the men. But, perhaps a fortunate side-effect of her… mostly obedient behavior in her kidnapping, they’d loosened their grip on her, with only one man attentively binding her and he was only focused on her arms. Maybe… just maybe..!
She lifted a leg up and guessed, stomping it behind her. Fortune smiled upon her as her heeled foot landed on the man’s foot, dealing a great blow of sudden and unexpected pain even through his boot. His hands instinctively reached down towards the source of this sharp pain in his body--
Leaving Mona without a single pair of hands on her body, and her legs entirely free. She used them well, sprinting off with a few seconds head-start before any of the slavers realized what was happening. The astrologist ran off in the direction in which she was pretty sure where she came from, back towards Mondstadt. Even if she couldn’t see where she was going, she just had to get closer there, and maybe a guard or an adventurer would spot her! If there was a single witness they’d certainly have to abandon the operation, and then-
Her thought never finished as her heeled foot smacked into a stray, large rock, tripping her as she lost balance entirely. Even as she face-planted, her legs still kicked and struggled, trying to push herself back up desperately. But with her arms bound as they were, it was impossible to regain any kind of stable support, and by the time she’d gotten either of her feet straight up again, she could tell that the hurried men were upon her once again.
It didn’t help that she’d let out a grunt in the commotion, giving herself another unwelcome shock. She’d hoped that it’d somehow spread to her kidnappers as they grasped her once more, this time firmly holding down her legs while pinning her to the ground. Given that they did not relent or seem to suffer in the slightest, it appeared that part of the magic in these shocks was that they didn’t transfer beyond their intended recipient. The mage sighed silently as she realized she couldn’t even get a single victory tonight--not even the smallest of them.
“You… little..!”
For the man, actions spoke louder than words, and his palm rose up into the air before descending down onto the woman’s round bottom a moment later. The sting of pain was enough to force a muffled scream out of Mona’s mouth, and the second the sound reached the gag, another shock of punishment coursed through her body.
T-That hurt, you cretin! The astrologist screamed--though she knew her situation well enough to keep such words confined to her mind. Not that’d they understand a lick of her insult if Mona made any effort to vocalize it. She’d thought things couldn’t get worse if she at least tried to escape, and yet these people found a way to make it so. Two of them gave her no chance to wiggle around, keeping her back and legs trapped between them and the immovable ground beneath her.
On the other hand, the man was hardly satisfied with the punishment that he’d given to the struggling astrologist. To pull a stunt like that… as he thought, this location was simply too close to Mondstadt. If they hadn’t taken care of that guard earlier, or if an adventurer happened to return from a journey, then things could’ve gone entirely south for them.
He brought his hand away from the astrologist’s bottom, giving it a firm parting smack before taking it towards ropes instead. There’d be time for punishment later… and plenty of pleasure, as well. The man grabbed a normal rope, easing himself off of Mona’s legs before replacing his weight with the strength of ropes. He wound it around her ankles a few times, enjoying just how less pronounced her efforts at kicking began with each loop. Thrashes turned to wiggles as he finally knotted it off, ensuring that she wouldn’t be able to simply run off again.
Hmm...The man figured he could simply finish off Mona’s bondage with a couple more strict ropes, but they did have one more elementally infused restraint that he wanted to give a try. Even though it’d be a reward for a right-minded person, he had a feeling that it’d only frustrate the prude. And it’d probably keep her mind occupied for the rest of her “stay”.
He wrapped a length of the magic rope around her waist, before beginning to run it down her crotch. The astrologist squirmed around in her restraints with a little more fervor as she realized where the man was headed, feeling the rope dig deeply into her as it was tightened and secured. She couldn’t help but let out a moan of… of discomfort, Mona convinced herself as she endured the following electric reminder of her gag. Every struggle now dug the rope in a little deeper, a little more teasingly… distractingly so...
Then, the elemental energy within the rope began to activate, glowing a dim, light green. The rope began to move on its own like it was pulsating--v-vibrating, even! She tried to shift her bound legs against it as if she was making an effort to dislodge it with her thighs, but that only succeeded in accentuating the sensations. Thrashing around seemed to do nothing but provoke this damned rope to toy with her even further!
She rested her limbs for a moment, not even reacting as a pair of hands came on her again. The astrologist’s priorities had shifted as a result of these elemental devices--her mind became more concerned with avoiding an accidental triggering of the gag’s functionality while doing whatever she could to ignore the rope between her legs. Feeling that the man was only securing her legs further with ropes around her knees was something of a relief. She’d take it over his spanks…
How pathetic that sounded in Mona’s head as she was left with the echo of such a thought. S-She wasn’t giving up, Mona justified, just… resisting in other ways. Making sure that the man got no reaction out of these “toys” he wanted to use on her. But… but maybe that was his goal..! To keep her occupied, while he ensured that there was no chance of Mona making even an effort to escape again. If that was the case, then maybe she still had a chance!
The act of struggling in her firmly tied ropes and assorted restraints was much more valiant in Mona’s mind than it was in reality. She threw her body from side to side, pulling each arm and leg as hard as she could against their ropes and rock stockades, but from the man’s perspective, all he was was her straining her limbs in an act of complete futility. Mona didn’t dare grunt into the gag, but he could still tell what she was trying with ease.
“Did you not learn your lesson yet?” He simply asked, finishing off a rope around her thighs before bringing his hands up towards her bottom once more. He gave it another quick smack, his eyes lingering on her bottom as it jiggled temptingly from the impact. She’d gotten pretty good at holding in her voice from those, but what about something new?
She couldn’t help but let out a little squeal as he squeezed her ass instead of spanking it, forcing her to endure yet another shocking punishment. That single response was enough to encourage him further, bringing both hands up to grope each of Mona’s curvaceous cheeks greedily. He dug his fingers in as deep as they could go, holding onto her ass as though it would kill him to let go before pushing and digging in the rest of his hands in a consistent cycle. The astrologist, on the other hand, was dying of the raw, violating humiliation that coursed over her as she was forced to endure his perverted actions. Not only was that cursed rope forcing her to feel additional unwanted sensations, but any sort of response would doom her to another punishment. She couldn’t even scream at this bastard, guiltily feeling as though her silence merely contributed to her treatment in some truly twisted manner. Weakly kicking her bound legs up to try and somehow disrupt him was all Mona had the will to do. He ignored her efforts entirely, continuing on in a seemingly random pattern of squeezes and spanks, trying to bait out whatever sounds he could out of Mona, playing with her as if she was just a toy.
And of course, this toy had a whole other side to her. A hard, parting smack on her ass elicited a sharp exhale of air from Mona, having to bite down hard onto the ball wedged between her teeth to prevent any sort of sound from triggering it. His hands slid down to her waist, roughly rolling her over onto her front side. Though it was not the first place his salacious eyes stared at, he took an ugly sense of pride in seeing Mona’s face beneath her blindfold and gag, most blatantly those cheeks flushed with a deep red. He’d captured enough people like this to know their usual expression well even with their eyes hidden: a mix of anger, fear, confusion, uncertainty… all the ingredients for a perfect damsel in distress, in his opinion. Whether the astrologist was honest enough to let out a few tears, the cloth blindfold would soak them up anyways, but he did notice the glistening stream of drool that had already begun to stream down her chin as a result of the ball gag. He wondered if her saliva carried a bit of a charge with it due to the gag… though he never got the chance to ask anyone who he used it on.
Or, more accurately, they never got the chance to answer such a question. There were much more pressing matters to attend to with a slave such as herself. He hadn’t flipped her over to gaze at her obscured face, but rather to do much more than just staring with something else. The man removed the large, star-shaped gem that she wore almost like a necklace, figuring that he could pawn it and the red jewels in it for an extra little fortune. With all obstructions besides her clothes out of the way, he ran his hands along her chest slowly at first… teasingly, just to see if something so simple could provoke the astrologist. Her focused silence irritated him slightly, and he suddenly began treating her much rougher, relentlessly squeezing and pinching her chest as he enjoyed every inch it had to offer. The cleavage her outfit already revealed was hardly enough for him, digging fingers beneath it, not removing or ripping it quite yet, but simply enjoying an appetizer of her body.
She writhed and wiggled underneath his weight and grasp, pinned down and unable to resist in the slightest. Even without these ropes that she strained against with anything she could muster, she’d hardly be able to resist with just how forceful he was. The astrologist let out a furious scream, instantly muffled and punished by the gag as another bite of electricity caused her to flinch. She’d deemed it worthwhile on the likely chance that it spread into the man as well, but whatever magic controlled the shocks seemed to limit it to her and her alone. Her ineffective efforts only emboldened the man to take whatever he wished with no care or concern at all.
Mona was finally granted a moment to breathe when voices began to enter both of their ears. The small flicker of hope that it was someone else was immediately extinguished as the man on top of her responded--not just normally, but she could tell there was a bit of joy in his voice as he gave the astrologist a few last squeezes before finally pulling himself off of her. From the man’s perspective, the two of them had hardly had enough fun together, but even in the dead of night, this was far too audacious of him. Whisking her away from any potential guards, adventurers, or knights should’ve always been the priority. But how could he resist having a little fun first?
He produced only a leash for Mona, realizing that the astrologist supplied her own collar with her star-shaped choker. Clipping one end of it to her front, he tugged it slightly, as if expecting the astrologist to pull her bound body up off the ground herself. Smirking slightly, he finally got down and pulled Mona up, setting her up on her own two feet. The slight, constant pull of the leash warned her as to which direction she was allowed to go, but she initially stood entirely still. After all, her legs were bound down to her ankles! She couldn’t possibly move an inch in this state, besides how they shook and rubbed against the crotch rope that distracted her endlessly. Mona practically ignored the first sharp tug on her leash, and the second one caused her to stumble forward slightly--barely more than half an inch, but that alone was enough to almost cause her to stumble.
The man sighed, before informing the astrologist of his plans. “You wanted to run away from us, didn’t you? Well, you can either hop along instead or face the consequences. Simple choice, I assume?”
She held her ground entirely, besides the shakes and struggles that were forced out from between her legs. That combined with how helpless she was in her restraints made it a much less intimidating act than those first few words described it. And even though both of them knew that well, she still sought to defy her captors in whatever way she could. Innately she knew it wouldn’t bode well for her, but she still needed to see proof, like the shocks of electricity that’d already trained her well to be silent.
The third tug on her leash was much harsher, enough for her to stumble over her bound feet and fall into the ground once more. He let out another audible sigh, and as Mona wormed around on the ground, she heard his footsteps near.
“Well, since I’m generous, I’ll let you try that again.” Mona saw no reason to listen to him until he was much more thorough with picking her up this time, spanking her harshly thrice, before his hands “softened” from violence to just straight perversion with her body. She considered her options closely… logically… would she rather hop and degrade herself to obedience to such lowly brutes?
The discomfort that she felt from both the fall and getting back up was enough to convince her that it was worth it. She hopped, only a mere inch forward, and the man gave no congratulations or reward for her actions. All she received was another tug, and she obeyed. Mona knew quite well how hard it was to run in heels--let alone blindfolded, and hopping only exacerbated these issues. She stumbled twice upon reaching unstable ground, wondering if the man didn’t notice or simply didn’t care to warn her. Probably a more malicious version of the latter, she concluded.
Mondstadt was a city located on a small island, and Mona realized that the only place she could be hopping to was the shore of it. Travel by boat, she presumed… they’d stash her away and thereby avoid the guards at the front of the city. Wherever they operated, perhaps Stormterror’s Lair or somewhere worse, they’d reach largely uninterrupted at this rate. It pained her to admit that it was a good plan.
She was surprised when she was halted in her hopping, the man firmly telling her to “Stop.” For once Mona did not feel bad about obliging his demands, growing tired of the incessant hopping much quicker than she could handle. All she could hear was the man moving around her, doing something… she really hated not being able to see a thing.
Eventually, she felt the man stand behind her, and she shivered slightly in anticipation and fear. The man’s hands rose up, placing something on her head…
It was just her hat, which had fallen off during the initial tussle. What was the point?
“Well?” The man simply asked, giving a few moments for Mona to respond. She simply stood still, neither hopping nor talking. “Care to show some appreciation for retrieving your oversized hat?”
She truly did not care to. Did he expect her to endure a shock to show gratitude for something so insignificant at this point? Her heart beat quicker with each passing second, wondering what the man would do.
“...If that’s the case, then we’ll just take your appreciation.” It seemed that the man grew tired of her slow hopping as well, picking her up in a swift motion before throwing her over his shoulder. She struggled in his grasp, only forcing him to tighten it slightly as they made much quicker progress down towards the dock. The chattering of the other men in this operation grew louder, and she could hear… more than unsavory comments about her. Compliments about her body stung deeply. Things that they wanted to do to her…
She realized that soon, what would there be to stop them? Her struggles grew a tad more desperate, but this was far beyond the point where desperation changed a thing. Not a restraint loosened with her wild struggles, nor did the man carrying her stumble or trip or do anything that could perhaps befall a miracle upon her.
The astrologist felt herself being passed off from the docks onto the boat. She could feel it swishing back and forth softly as the man took her into his hands, almost reminding her of how she threw herself back and forth to try and escape her bonds. The new man sat down with Mona on his lap, a more than uncomfortable position for her given what she could feel against her back. It took little time for her to realize that this was a man who had not yet grown tired of playing with her, had not yet dealt spankings, squeezes, and a dozen other lecherous acts to try and force moans and cries out of her blasted gag. Her sensitivity from both unwanted pleasure and pain had reached higher levels than ever before in her life. The kisses he sloppily applied to the back of her neck were vulgar, and it pained her to admit that the gropes against her curves were something she was beginning to get used to. Though it still disgusted her to receive them, they were no longer… shocking. They were expected.
She heard more men step onto the boat--the rest of them, she presumed. The boat must be a small vessel, for she could tell they were crowding around her--not to mention feeling her, running hands along every inch of her body that she didn’t even know could be considered sensual. Thighs, hair, even one was beginning to remove her heels! It disturbed her more to hear their sounds, the grunts, moans, all clear in their enjoyment of her.
A few moments later, and the boat began to move. They began to sail away from Mondstadt, from her own life… and onto something frightfully uncertain. Even though she for once hadn’t the slightest clue of what laid ahead of her… she knew deep down that it wasn’t good. To even imagine them treating her decently seemed like a farfetched dream.
Mona tried to push her thoughts away from that--away from everything. From the hands violating her body, from the dubious future that laid ahead--even the constant hunger that’d fueled her stupidity and gotten herself into this turmoil… she simply turned her head up towards the sky and the stars.
Of course, she could not see even a glimmer of them.